In search of promises that always elude,
I wander, lost in the shadows of night,
in the depths of my soul, a yearning mood,
for a glimmer of hope, a guiding light.

But like the morning mist, they disappear,
fleeting and fragile, slipping from my grasp,
I am a wanderer, filled with fear,
lost in a wilderness, unable to clasp.

I am the wind, untamed and free,
blown away by the whisper of doubt,
caught in a storm, tossed by the sea,
seeking solace, but finding naught.

Promises fade, like the morning light,
I search for new hopes, day and night.

Tomaž Jevšenak